Was caught up by the echoes which sang the refrains
In their many-toned voices—the atmosphere filling
With a chorus of dulcet mysterious strains.
The sleepers arouse, and with beating hearts listen;
In their dreams they had heard that weird music before;
It touches each heart—with tears their eyes glisten,
For it tells them of those they may never see more.
In fancy those notes to their childhood’s days brought them,
To those far-away scenes they had not seen for years;
To those who had loved them, had reared them, and taught them,